Not What You Expect

Idle lines

This is not an average rhyme to suit your poetry pining

A blank portal that becomes sensible from a soul that's chiming

Oh the marigold aura of the sun smiles on my person, rhyming...

Mirror, mirror on the wall what's the most psychotic part in this all

Don't be a meanie and stall, my aim was to quickly appall

But though the sky's blue haze appears so tranquil, my heart falls

 

Shoulders sagging, I give up this pathetic pretense 

Who am I kidding? I know my self-esteem isn't dense

They called me ugly, dumb and around my heart built I a fence

My mother knocked me up the head 'You got no sense!'

Tried being smart, not intelligent, so didn't make a difference...

Found one thick and decided to do it quick

What you ask? What I ask? This mirror is a mimic

Just delaying the suicidal pulls by means of lyric

Hurry! Hurry! Read this thing in a rush

I don't get sympathy much...

Daddy bought me a doll for my birthday

Moment of happiness spoilt as my mind cries mayday

Mother approaches...carrying a large tray

Boxing it from my hand, my scalding tears signal payday...

Her face was everywhere, haunting me in nightmares

Couldn't stand daddy's love for me, yet she didn't care

She despised me when he gave me a quick peck

My sorrows were not what you expect.